Moments of Freedom: Folded Arms

For those of you interested in my recent operation, I thought I'd follow up with the additional freedoms I now enjoy with shorter posts called "Moments of Freedom"

Today: Folded Arms

Just four or five days after the surgery, I was happily chatting in the kitchen with my mother and sister. I noticed my body language didn't match the lighthearted mood of the conversation.  You see, I was crossing my arms.  Never in my adult life have I been able to casually and comfortably fold my arms across my body.   When I realized what I was now able to do, I'm sure I interrupted someone and said, "I apologize--I'm not really upset, but LOOK!  I can fold my arms!  This is so great!"

My mom promptly took my picture :)  

So if you see me somewhere, arms crossed or folded or whatever it's probably not because I'm upset.  It's because I can.  And that makes me a happy lady.